Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 216: Leviathan’s Graveyard (29)
The woman possessed features that could be described as classically beautiful. Symmetry, well-defined contours, and a certain grace in her appearance contributed to an aesthetic that drew attention. Her beauty, while not overt, had a timeless quality that transcended passing trends.
Her eyes conveyed a sense of determination, reflecting a resolve and focus that spoke of experience on the battlefield. The gaze held a certain intensity as if constantly assessing and strategizing, adding depth to her overall presence.
The woman’s toned physique suggested a dedication to physical training and combat readiness. Muscles were defined without sacrificing femininity, creating a harmonious balance between strength and grace.
Her facial features were distinguished, with high cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, and expressive eyes. These elements added a touch of sophistication to her overall countenance, enhancing the regality of her presence.
Despite the practicality of her armor and weaponry, the woman exuded an aura of elegance. Every movement carried a certain grace as if she effortlessly blended the art of war with a refined and dignified demeanor. This elegance contributed to her overall allure, making her a captivating figure within the Leviathan City’s hierarchy.
Not even a few minutes later, a new knight walked in.
The knight’s physique was unremarkable, a middle ground that neither showcased the imposing stature of a seasoned warrior nor the lean and agile frame of a specialized combatant. His build was characterized by a certain ordinariness, lacking the distinct muscular definition or physical prowess that could make an individual stand out in a room filled with formidable figures. This middling stature contributed to an overall sense of blending into the background, as his silhouette did not command attention or project an air of exceptional strength.
His shoulders were neither overly broad nor notably narrow, and his posture was more functional than intimidating. The lack of prominent physical features made him appear average, allowing him to move through the room without drawing the eyes of onlookers. In a realm where physical prowess often symbolized power, the knight’s unremarkable physique suggested a practical approach to combat, focusing on functionality rather than grandiosity.
The knight’s armor, while functional, was simple and devoid of the elaborate embellishments that adorned the attire of the more prominent figures in the room. Crafted from thick metal, the armor served its primary purpose of providing protection without the addition of ornate details. The lack of decorative elements contributed to the knight’s unremarkable appearance, as his attire focused solely on practicality rather than aesthetics.
The metal plates forming the armor were sturdy and unadorned, lacking the intricate patterns or jewel-studded accents seen on the armor of his counterparts. The absence of such embellishments hinted at a utilitarian mindset, emphasizing the necessity of the armor for protection rather than viewing it as a canvas for artistic expression. The overall simplicity of the metal armor aligned with the knight’s unassuming presence, reflecting a commitment to functionality over ostentation.
The knight’s weapon of choice, a standard sword sheathed at his side, embodied a functional simplicity rather than ornate craftsmanship. The sword’s design lacked the intricate details or artistic flourishes seen in more specialized blades, emphasizing practicality over aesthetic appeal. The hilt, while sturdy, bore no decorative elements, and the blade itself exhibited a straightforward design.
In the midst of the room filled with distinguished figures, the knight carried a presence that could be described as mediocre. His stature and demeanor lacked the commanding air and distinctive features that often drew attention. Unlike the more imposing figures around him, the knight seemed content to maintain a modest and unassuming demeanor.
The knight’s unassuming appearance further reinforced his tendency to avoid the spotlight. There were no standout features or elements that might catch the eye, contributing to the overall impression that he was just another face in the crowd. His attire, demeanor, and unremarkable physique collectively created an image of a knight who preferred to operate discreetly, devoid of any overt displays of grandiosity.
The knight’s gaze was unremarkable, lacking the intensity or determination that often characterized individuals of higher rank or greater experience. His eyes, while not devoid of awareness, held a neutrality that further contributed to his overall inconspicuous presence. There was no fiery determination or steely resolve in his gaze, just a calm and unassuming observation of his surroundings.
"Please call me Zeraph. I will be your instructor for the next few weeks," The man spoke, but before any of the present people could talk, he snapped his fingers, causing the room to seemingly turn inside out, revealing a natural terrain.
The revelation of the natural terrain marked a departure from the sterile, artificial confines of the palace. As the room inverted, the once sleek and polished flooring gave way to an earthy mosaic. Rich soil, teeming with vitality, became the foundation for the training ground. The ground wasn’t just a canvas for combat; it was a living entity, adorned with vibrant patches of moss that clung tenaciously and small, resilient plants that seemed to thrive against all odds.
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The air within this transformed space carried the unmistakable scent of the outdoors. The earthy fragrance wafted through the open expanse, providing a refreshing departure from the enclosed, refined atmosphere of the palace. It was as if nature itself had reclaimed a portion of the room, offering a grounding connection to the untamed world beyond the city’s walls. The recruits now stood on soil that held the essence of the earth, a stark and invigorating departure from the artificial luxury they had known.
In the heart of the transformed surroundings, a purposeful training area emerged as the ground hollowed out to create a focal point for combat exercises. The once uneven terrain now gave way to a flattened expanse, meticulously prepared to serve as a battleground for the recruits. The compacted soil beneath their feet provided a sturdy foundation, allowing for a seamless blend of realistic combat scenarios and controlled training conditions.
This hollowed training space became a sanctuary for the recruits to hone their skills. Surrounded by the untamed beauty of the natural landscape, the open area offered a canvas for combat maneuvers and strategic exercises. The intentional design of this central space spoke to a thoughtful approach to training, where the recruits could immerse themselves in practical, hands-on experiences amid the embracing embrace of the natural elements.
Rising from the fertile ground with seamless grace, weapon racks emerged like stalwart sentinels, each presenting a varied and impressive assortment of arms. The racks stood as silent witnesses to the history of countless training sessions and battles, with weapons bearing signs of wear and use. Swords, axes, polearms, bows, and an array of other implements adorned the racks, each waiting to be grasped and wielded by the recruits.
The deliberate placement of these weapon racks showcased a thoughtful organization, ensuring that recruits had easy access to a diverse selection of arms for their training needs. Whether honing skills with a blade or mastering the art of archery, the recruits could choose from this arsenal, each weapon telling its own story of combat and discipline. The weapon racks became a visual testament to the varied martial practices undertaken in this newly revealed training space.
Beside each weapon rack, standing as silent sentinels were displays presenting an array of armors, each embodying distinct styles and protective capabilities. From sleek and agile designs to robust and imposing suits, the armors formed a visual spectrum of options for the recruits. These displays went beyond being mere showcases; they served as tangible choices, offering recruits the opportunity to select their protective garb before delving into the rigorous exercises that awaited them.
The armors, like guardians of ancient traditions, exuded a silent invitation, beckoning the new recruits to consider not only their preferred weaponry but also the type of protection they sought on the training grounds. Each piece bore the marks of craftsmanship and resilience, silently conveying the potential it held for those who would don its embrace in the upcoming training sessions.
"Okay, now how about we all introduce ourselves-"
"Hold on," The man carrying a giant greatsword announced. "Who the hell do you think you are to be talking to me like this? Ordering me around? You aren’t qualified to be my instructor."
The knight was silent, the face guard covering his expression giving him an eerie appearance as the large man stormed up towards presumably Cyrus’s new instructor. And it wasn’t just this large man who was discontent, but everybody except for Cyrus seemed to have a problem with this.
The man carrying the giant greatsword, discontent palpable, approached the knight who had been appointed as the instructor with an air of defiance. The clanking of his heavy boots echoed in the training area as he confronted the knight, his massive greatsword slung over one shoulder, adding to the intimidation factor.
As he came face to face with the knight, the large man’s eyes, unseen behind the face guard, bore an intensity that demanded recognition. His towering presence sought to challenge the authority of the appointed instructor, the unspoken tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break.
